A mountain refuses to welcome spring. Snow continues to fall, and animals continue to slumber. It is the will of the mountain lord... as if he, himself, is waiting for death.
I got out.
لقد خرجت
Ich bin raus.
Logré salir.
Logré salir.
Me voilà sorti 
de la montagne.
Ne sono uscito.
Eu saí.